The house was quiet except for the low hum of the old air conditioner when Jake and his buddy Mike stepped inside. Both were twenty-two, tall, built from summers of manual labor, and tonight they had one thing on their minds. Jakes mom, Linda, was forty-three, still thick in the hips and heavy in the tits from the way she filled out her tank tops around the house. She was in the kitchen rinsing dishes when they walked in.
Mom, were home, Jake called, voice already thick.
Linda turned, smiling at first until she saw the look on both their faces. You boys been drinking?
Mike didnt answer with words. He crossed the room fast, grabbed her by the waist, and spun her around so her ass pressed against the counter. Jake moved in from the other side, pinning her arms.
What the hell are you doing? she snapped, but her voice already had that shaky edge.
Recording, Jake said, pulling his phone out and hitting the red button. We want to hear every sound you make.
Mikes hand shoved straight down the front of her shorts. His fingers found her pussy through her panties and rubbed hard. Shes already wet, he laughed. Fucking knew it.
Linda twisted, but Jakes grip was iron. Stop it, both of you. This isnt funny.
Mike yanked her shorts and panties down in one rough pull. Cool air hit her bare cunt. He dropped to his knees, spread her thighs with his shoulders, and buried his tongue in her slit, licking broad and sloppy. Linda gasped, the sound raw and unwilling. Jake held the phone closer.
Say it, Mom. Tell the mic how your sons friend is eating your pussy.
She shook her head, but a moan slipped out when Mike sucked her clit. Jake reached around and grabbed one heavy tit, squeezing until she whimpered. Thats it. Keep making those noises.
Mike stood, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and unbuckled his belt. His cock sprang out thick and veined. He didnt wait.
He bent Linda over the counter, kicked her feet apart, and shoved inside her in one hard thrust. She cried out, the sound sharp and wet on the recording.
Fuck, shes tight, Mike grunted, hips slapping against her ass. Your moms cunt is gripping me like she needs it.
Jake moved in front of her, unzipped, and pushed his own cock against her lips. Open up, Mom. Suck your sons dick while your pussy gets used.
She resisted for a second, but Mikes next thrust drove her forward and Jakes cock slid between her lips. He held her hair and fucked her mouth in short, dirty strokes. The phone picked up every wet soundslurping, gagging, the steady smack of skin on skin.
They moved her to the living room couch after that. Jake sat down and pulled her onto his lap, sinking his cock into her soaked pussy while Mike stood behind the couch and fed his dick into her mouth again. Lindas tits bounced with every thrust. Jake reached around and rubbed her clit in fast circles.
Come on the recording, he ordered. Let everyone hear how hard you come on your sons cock.
Her body betrayed her. She shook, thighs trembling, a long broken moan vibrating around Mikes shaft as she came. Mike pulled out, stroked twice, and painted her face with thick ropes of cum. Jake kept pounding up into her until he grunted and flooded her pussy, hot and deep.
They didnt stop there. They flipped her onto her hands and knees on the floor. Mike took her ass while Jake slid back into her mouth. The phone caught every filthy detailthe slap of balls, the squelch of cum-slick holes, Lindas ragged breathing turning into helpless whimpers every time they bottomed out.
By the time they finished, cum leaked down her thighs and streaked her cheeks. Jake held the phone close to her flushed face.
Say goodnight to the mic, Mom.
Lindas voice came out hoarse, used. Goodnight.
Jake hit stop. The three of them stayed there breathing hard in the quiet room, the recording saved, the night still young.
